Well, the doc was very good about presenting options. Most of 'em were just holding things off until menopause, and that's still a decade or better off. Plus, this goddamned thing is too damn large to work with comfortably as is. Yanno I thought the damn fibroid was grapefruit-sized? Canteloupe. With a navel-orange sized cyst next to my right ovary. MY INNARDS ARE A GODDAMED FRUIT BOWL. ...and here I thought it was gaining weight that was making it difficult for me to move around and bend over. I was. Just not... in fat. :P Also it's squashing other bits, and oh, *that* would explain why I have to pee so often, wouldn't it
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Your doc sounds really cool, and if other friends' hysterectomy experiences have any bearing, you will wake up feeling better. You will get your life back
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Yeah, he's an older guy, but he didn't say word one about my fertility, instead of what treatment options would be best for me. Closest he even came to it was when I said if I'd wanted kids I'd have had them long ago was when he replied "I've got a patient in her early forties, and she's pregnant and happy about it. But you're entitled to do what works for *you*." So that was cool. Nice to have a gyn who worries more about the welfare of the patient rather than of her botchy uterus
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I'm at home with GI Distress, Day 2. Albert is doing great; he's the only one in this house that feels somewhat decent.
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